Cui Fen Zhen

The process

A long time ago,

I was a child,

With many dreams.

In those years,

I was a carefree bird,

Fly in the blue sky.

All things in my eyes,

Like the gold,

It can glow and give off dazzling glory.

Following the time past,

My world, just like the sunflower left the sun,

Lost all of my vitality.

But,

However,

I still have to fight for my dream.

I promise myself,

Promise that I will try my best to make my dreams come true.